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y.cb - tax3 lyrics

[intro]
i made the tax3 like jb
in town, i never move lazy
old back bruck from the ’80
slap it off safety, bangin’ this crazy
i swear all the opps dem hate me
but i’m on drills, so lowkey they rate me
if i juice man down, my shank gets tasty
gang, you don’t wanna see me crazy

[chorus: fizzler & y.cb]
i made the tax3 like jb
in town, i never move lazy
old back bruck from the ’80
slap it off safety, bangin’ this crazy
i swear all the opps dem hate me
but i’m on drills, so lowkey they rate me
if i juice man down, my shank gets tasty
gang, you don’t wanna see me crazy

[verse 1: fizzler & y.cb]
i need the mb, no y.cb
if i get an address, no ip
ic3’s, they got no heart (p+ssy)
they run, panic and freeze
when i digdat, my air force crease
never mind, i still got one for the team
bro took one for the team
i was sittin’ in court when they slapped eighteen
got bangers that pray to allah
they’re doin’ haraam when they step out the car
if i step out the car
i ain’t gonna blast, i’ll run up and ching man’s clart
on the m24’s, bad b on me
gotta tell her “honey, we don’t dance”
honey, we don’t dance
bop with smoke, no joke, had a wap in my palm
top class booters
so we gotta finish with class like students
straighten this beef like rulers
northside of newham, we do them shootings
whole life is more than music
sight one of them, no way i can lose him
if i sight one of them and lose them
p+ssed, back to the ends, i’m fuming
[chorus: fizzler & y.cb]
i made the tax3 like jb
in town, i never move lazy
old back bruck from the ’80
slap it off safety, bangin’ this crazy
i swear all the opps dem hate me
but i’m on drills, so lowkey they rate me
if i juice man down, my shank gets tasty
gang, you don’t wanna see me crazy

[verse 2: y.cb & fizzler]
bally and gloves, i’m ridin’
suttin’ got touched, i caused that crisis
loose screw, they can’t be tightened
ps i’m ridin’, ridin’
three guys in the whip, slidin’ bait
who gives a f+ck about license?
this beef held different spices
him and him and him got minused
got three smokes, should’ve [?] him
hear that bang, won’t do it in silence
f+ck all the internet typin’
hospital bed, where them man are fightin’
i ain’t fightin’, back my blades
swing that sh+t, don’t box like tyson
mum told me to watch the pan
told ’em watch there when things get fryin’
i feel like the opps when i run from trident
jump in gardens, hidin’
[?] tryna run up in homes
buss the door, bro do better than tryin’
anything shh, on site him
bro caught a body, went jail for a knifin’
we can talk prices
cah i got green and it’s comin’ in giants
[chorus: fizzler & y.cb]
i made the tax3 like jb
in town, i never move lazy
old back bruck from the ’80
slap it off safety, bangin’ this crazy
i swear all the opps dem hate me
but i’m on drills, so lowkey they rate me
if i juice man down, my shank gets tasty
gang, you don’t wanna see me crazy
i made the tax3 like jb
in town, i never move lazy
old back bruck from the ’80
slap it off safety, bangin’ this crazy
i swear all the opps dem hate me
but i’m on drills, so lowkey they rate me
if i juice man down, my shank gets tasty
gang, you don’t wanna see me crazy

[outro]
i made the tax3 like jb
in town, i never move lazy
old back bruck from the ’80
slap it off safety, bangin’ this crazy
i swear all the opps dem hate me
but i’m on drills, so lowkey they rate me
if i juice man down, my shank gets tasty
gang, you don’t wanna see me crazy

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